Market

A shorter one, this, because I actually did very nearly stick to the 15 minutes for a change!


You’ll have been at the market in Douglas, I’m thinking, the herring and the cockles and all them spuds and cabbages. Aye, and cloth of all types and boots and pots and pans and all the china you could ever need. And the Fair at Tynwald too – there’s not many on the island haven’t been there and eaten toffee apples and drunk lemonade and listened to the speeches. And there’s the markets in the other towns too, and sometimes the villages.

But I’d bet my best Sunday hat that you’ve never been to the fairy market – no nor even heard of it, I warrant. Unless you’re one of the lil’ people yourself, in which case begging your pardon, this is a tale for humans and no disrespect meant.

No, the fairy market isn’t meant for men and women, but only for Them Ones and all the other magical folk of the island. For indeed, if you’re a buggane and you’re after ointment to keep your teeth all shiny, or a phynodderee in need of a comb, or a fairy wanting a new dress, where do you get the best fabric? You can hardly be strolling into Looneys in Ramsey and asking them behind the counter to help you pick it out now, can you?

So the fairy market’s for other folk to sell to other folk. It’s held in the big field at the foot of Cronk Sumark four times a year, the solstices, and a great event it is each time. There’s chestnuts and apples roasted in the autumn and flaming torches lighting the market field in the winter, all fresh flowers in garlands in the spring and delicious rhubarb and gooseberry fizz in the summer. And music and laughter and a great deal of talking, for Them Ones are a solitary lot as a whole and they don’t get to chat with their neighbours like us humans. Indeed, for a buggane up there on the hilltop or a glashtyn down in the riverside reeds, ‘tis an awful lonely life.

And at the market they can buy whatever they want – wonderful things such as you could never imagine, come from the fairy realms and the workshops of magicians and the cauldrons of witches. Cloaks of invisibility, love potions, magic swords and seven-league boots aren’t even the half of it.

But as a mortal, you’ll never see the market, nor hear it, not even if you pass right by on the road under the hill there. For we aren’t all the same and we don’t all have the same talents in life – and if we did it would be a mighty dull world, I’m thinking.

Still writing.

Writing prompt #15 – 22 December

Here’s today’s sachet (as I mentioned on Sunday, I was a bit woolly-minded over the weekend, and I was in the kitchen about to take the photo of this when I got distracted and opened it instead. Feel free to use “Torn” as a prompt instead of one of the words in the text!

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Balance Tea – Herbal Tea Blend – Certified Organic
Have you planned your Christmas dinner yet? I have just started thinking about it. It should be something special. Often the best things are right at our door step. I find inspiration at the farmer’s market or the organic grocer.